The premise is: 98 years after the war of the ring, into the 4th age, there is the expectation of a 100 year gathering to celebrate the downfall of Sauron and the destruction of the One Ring. News has traveled over all of Middle Earth calling for anyone and everyone to get to Gondor for the celebration.

Our story opens with one traveler, who is leaving two years early, as there are other places to see and people to visit on the way. She meets up with various and diverse characters who are also heading in that direction.

What happens, is something quite different, that they did not expect at all.

This RP will be considered RP lite. I would like to see some fun accompanied with the seriousness. All who would be interested in a new adventure that should not bend minds to write or be a burden on time, please post in this thread with a character bio.

I will have mine up later today.

I hope to see many familiar faces.

The main thread will be started once our cast is set.

Cast

rwhen - Fionavar

Gwenelf (Sil) - Aramir

Tygarya - Kitty

Shaggydog - Bril

Rowanberry - Gwinhir/Gilmith

Frelga - Geli

Luthienelflover (Luthy) - Ilarieth

Cock-Robin (CR) - Robin Smallburrow III/Gwaeryn

Armenelos - Mithamarth

Rodia - Possibly Fennel?

Frelga - Pending

Rholarowyn - Pending

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Appearance: Not petite, but not rugged either. Long light brown hair, average of height, not plain, but not a beauty either. Someone who could "fit in" well most anywhere, except a dwarf convention . She wears colors of blue, silver and black. Her weapons are a staff and short blade. Utility boots, leggings, tunic and long black overcoat with her family crest on the back, which her hair usually covers would be her wardrobe. Eyes are deep brown with flecks of gold, complexion fair.

History: Her home is Lake Evendim. Fionavar is trained up to be a healer, but has a keen eye for all musical instruments and could even make them when necessary. Her musical voice is soothing and she can entertain when necessary. She has never traveled much, but the excitement of getting to the celebration in Gondor has caused her to be filled with wanderlust. Getting a map and having sent letters to relations around Middle Earth, she sets off on foot with a well supplied pony named Caloo (a lady pony).

Other: Fionavar is saucy, light hearted and in some things a bit naive. She has no fear of people, places and can start an easy conversation with just about anyone regardless of race, color, gender or age. She is one that might not always look before leaping and that will most certainly cause some issues in the RP. Essentially she is a kind person, but has a knack for practical jokes, where no one gets hurt. She is clever with wit and hands both.

Fionavar is an old friend that has gone through many incarnations over the past seven years. If you have any questions about her, just ask away. She looks forward to writing with all of you.

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And mine here. Run and hide, I have a feeling Aramir's going to be sticking his head out for this one.

All right, let's see what I can do with this. Ar was my first fanfiction character and as such has a rather... a-canonical bio. I'll try to tone it down and take out all of the elements I made up.

Name: Aramir Naregond, goes by Ar, or "Ari" to those who really want to annoy him. Age: Immortal; he looks like he's in his late twenties. At this point in ME history, he's probably only about 80 or so.Race: Mostly Elf, a little Man, with the remnants of Orc blood in his veins. He's a mutt. Gender: MaleHorse: A tall black gelding named Narmocarca, Narmo for short.

Appearance: Average male height, about 6'1" and athletically built. Shoulder-length dark hair which would look nice if he ever bothered to brush it. As it is, it's rather messy, kinda wavy, and usually gets in his face. Very dark eyes. He has a thin black scar running across his right cheek, which is the most prominent out of the many scars he's accumulated over the years.

Weapons: He's very proficient with the sword, bow, and daggers, but prefers the sword. He'll probably be carrying all of them with him, though.

History: Ar's family has been tainted with the blood of Orcs since the rape of his great grandmother; against all odds and common sense, the line has been continued down to him and his sister, Sicil, manifesting itself in their murky, not-exactly-red blood but basically nowhere else. I have no idea if such a 'union' would be possible in Tolkien's world or what the result would be, but hey, I was 16 when I made him up... He grew up in Gondor and met up with weapons and combat early on; eventually he began training Gondorian soldiers as a military commander and was generally considered a master with the broadsword. An unfortunate accident resulted in the revelation of his secret, and through the machinations of one of his rivals, who gave him his scar, he was accused of crimes he did not commit and exiled from Gondor. Since then he has been wandering, dedicated to protecting people as best he can and annoying them in the process.

Personality: Belief that his line should not continue has not stopped Ar from flirting, mostly harmlessly, with every female he meets. He is generally an up-beat, mischievous, and friendly person, although reminders of his past tend to bring on bouts of angst that render him surprisingly silent...usually not for very long. He doesn't mind not being the one in charge, but he always feels a need to know what is going on around him so that he can step in if he thinks it necessary--and he does, probably more often than is necessary.

Given that he's been exiled from Gondor, an invitation to return should be interesting...

And character #2:

Name: Falastor Galathil, Fal for shortAge: 36Gender: MaleRace: Man

Appearance: About 5'9" and average build; he does a lot of travelling so he's in relatively good shape. Short(ish), dirty blonde, wavy hair; hazel eyes and tan skin. He could easily be lost in a crowd as there's nothing terribly distinct about him, except for the fact that he's always carrying (and dropping) way too much stuff.

History: Fal was abandoned as an infant and picked up by a group of traveling performers who, in a bout of uncharacteristic cruelty, decided that, rather than give him a good Gondorian name, they would name him after the hero of the play they were currently performing—Galathil, the brother of Celeborn of Lorien. Fal later took a new first name, but Galathil stuck as his surname. In addition to giving him this unfortunate name, the troop also raised and trained him. Unfortunately, all the training in the world could not make up for his inherent lack of musical and theatrical talent, and more often than not he ran off during performances to explore and chat with the locals. After a while he started collecting maps of the surrounding area from each town they visited and put them together to form a more detailed whole to replace the seriously deficient version troupe was carrying, which eventually resulted in his becoming the Unofficial Troupe Route Planner. He finally left the group after promising never to sing in public again and found his way to the court of Minas Tirith, where he worked his way into a job as a cartographer.

Personality: He talks a lot, and to anyone who will listen, and about any subject that arises, even if he knows nothing about it. He understands that not everyone's interested in cartography and tries not to talk about it too much, but when the conversation lags, he tends to revert to alidades and coordinates. Having spent so much time around theatre people, he's known to say outlandish things that sometimes come off as insults when really he's just joking around.

Fal thinks that, because of all his travels, he has a fairly good knowledge of other cultures and languages, but in fact he does not; he understands other languages fairly well, but when it comes to forming coherent sentences of his own, he's not exactly the guy you want as your communicator. Similarly, his cultural knowledge, though slowly getting better, is often the result of a rather naive, idealising perspective and the fact that he likes to seek out the most colourful, but not always most truthful, characters in any town he stops in.

Misc: Along with rolls and rolls of parchment and other cartography tools, he also carries a well-used bo-staff with which he defends himself when necessary. He's not a master with it, but he can hold his own, and it makes a good walking stick besides.

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Sil, I can't wait to meet up with your Aramir. I don't know Aramir, but if he is a trouble maker, this is the thread for him.

Shagglemeister, what a pleasure that you found us. BTW...I noticed that you are "red" now. What will you put in your siggie? Regards what character you will play....I like the one that you are. The one you started over in MBoD. We can all get behind that I think.

Thank you to both of you for offering to join in, I am certain that we will have some fun, laughter and friendship along the way.

Nin, this RP would have an opening for some sort like yourself who excell in hindering an expedition like ours. You are of course totally welcome ten times, should you like to join.

Sil, I can't wait to meet up with your Aramir. I don't know Aramir, but if he is a trouble maker, this is the thread for him.

Why do people always think I'm a troublemaker? I mean come on, look at me! Totally innocent here! *Plasters big innocent smile on his face* Seeeee? Oh, and by the way... *Saunters up to rwhen, takes her hand and kisses it* ... it's a pleasure to meet you, my lady. :flirtysmiley: I should very much like---

rwhen, I would love to come and play too. Not sure which character yet, perhaps Rholarowyn herself. I have a month left of this heavy school load, but I would like to join in. I may just be a little scarce until May.

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So True the Arrow, So Steady the Hand

No word in your quiver goes errant, no thought from your bow is misspent, no image falls short of your target, so true are the arrows thus sent. Your heart with a steady compunction pulls the bowstrings few others could ply, your story does more than just function-- your steady hand helps my heart fly!

Well color me happy. Thank you so very much and no worries on the time thingie. I don't see this even really getting started for several weeks yet to come. I am hoping for some fun with our adventure, but also still want to have it be something other than slapstick. I am sure you get the drift here.

Grew up on the streets of Gondor, is street wise. Has a nasty cynical tongue and a terrible drinking habit. Is extremely attractive but not interested, men have lost their lives trying to show interest in her, treats it like a game of cat and mouse. She is very good at thieving and pick pocketing. The only times she doesn’t drink is when she has a job to do. She has even done the odd assassination, especially if she gets disturbed burglarising a house. Has great respect within the thieves community for how good she is. Carries daggers mainly, several hidden in various places. Can grapple like a guy and is very strong for a woman. Always keen for a fight will bait people on and get them wound up . Sometimes carries a short sword, if expecting trouble, and can fire a crossbow. Had to leave Gondor after a particularly nasty encounter left two men dead, the authorities are looking for her. Shacked up with some cut-purses on the roads around the Shire, but that has gone sour just recently so is now looking for any excuse to leave the area for a while. Currently riding a bay mare with no apparent name.

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I just reread your premise and realized this story takes place 98 years after the fall of Sauron and the destruction of the one ring. Hmmmmm, this may mean I will need to develop a new RP character since all my developed characters would be a bit too old then.

*goes off to ponder*

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So True the Arrow, So Steady the Hand

No word in your quiver goes errant, no thought from your bow is misspent, no image falls short of your target, so true are the arrows thus sent. Your heart with a steady compunction pulls the bowstrings few others could ply, your story does more than just function-- your steady hand helps my heart fly!

Actually, I think I'll go with two characters, a brother and sister I originally invented for a story elsewhere, but never got to use. That gives me an opportunity to play both the male and the female side. I'll post more about them tomorrow, after getting some kind of proper bios for them done.

Hey, no fair! You stole that! Guess mine will have to be deep gold with flecks of brown

Anyway . . .

OK here's my exceedingly brief bio, which, I will try to sound mysterious and clever by saying that my character has so many levels and factes that I will be revealing him bit by bit as the story progresses (which, in actuality means that I'm too lazy to think that hard so I will wing it as we go )

Name: Bril

Race: human, mostly (sometimes Direwolf)

Age: let's say around 25ish

Gender: male (all the time despite rwhen's apparent invitation to throw the field open to hermaphrodites)

Appearance: when human, average height, average looking, rather long shaggy black hair (had to throw that in there ) and eyes that were supposed to be brown with gold flecks, but as someone stole that idea, I'm stuck with gold eyes flecked with brown

His story: for some unknown reason he is a shape shifter. I'm sure all will be revealed as the journey to MT progresses (if I can finally come up with a plausible, or even a not so plausible, explanation. Until then . . . live with it)
I guess he better be from somewhere, so we'll say Dale and leave it at that.

Other: probably will be a highly annoying character and primarily will exist to torture rwhen.

*looks pleased with himself, like a dog that has just rolled in something entirely objectionable and thinks he will be praised*

Okay, rwhen, I've been seduced. This sounds like an RP I could actually do along with everything else that's going on, as long as you don't mind occasional absences and the fact that I'm TOTALLY RUSTY and haven't done anything except extremely light (MoST/WCA light) RPing in years. I have a Gondorian character that might fit very well in here, although he's quite a bit older than the rest of the characters are looking to be. Also, the problem with him is that he's rather reserved and doesn't make friends easily, so I always have a hard time making him interact with people unless they're close friends of his. Or, I have a younger Rohirrim. Or I could squish one of my other characters to fit better into this time period, or I could just make a whole new one up... Whatever y'all think would work best.

(Also I promise I don't use smileys in my RP posts I just can't help it in anything else because they're addictive. )